PSALM 9. v. 12. Second Part. (C. M.) The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.
I
When the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
II
He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise:
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.
III
His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands had spread.
IV
Thus by thy judgments mighty God!
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own.
V
The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.
VI
Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
VII
Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
VIII
Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.
